I keep it all in my head about how much I love something. I go through weird phases where I get obsessed with something and can't get enough of it. Side note: such as last year when I watched Bicentennial Man and the Celine Dion song "Then You Looked At Me" was the theme song. It took over my life for like 2 months. That song was my top played on iTunes for maybe 62 straight days. Why? I have no clue its just something about my brain and its triggers.
Now, I adore musicals, I really really do. I love that feeling you get in the theatre when everyone is singing their feelings and dancing amazingly choreographed numbers about, I don't know, waffles. (patent pending) . But once again I'm not gonna walk around talking about how awesome some musical is when you arent into that.
Also, blast from the past, I was obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Basically it ran my life. And my dear cousinsisterbestfriend Amy Wright/ The Ponz 's life. Now, this lasted more than 2 months. This was a solid 5 years of my life. It ended in 2004 and a part of me died. But I got over it pretty quickly. I found a new show to cling too, and a new show after that, and a new show after that, and continued on with my life. Cut to a week ago, Aimee and I have been recently talking about Buffy and how much we fucking loved it. It was so awesome! I honestly think it was good for me to be really involved with something out of my power. Like what else can a 12 year old be passionate about? Bed time? Whose parents drive to the mall? Especially this show, all about vampires and demons and murdering both. It had human stuff too, but who cares. Shows these days are about like... parents, and who wins the big game, and curfew. Thats not distracting. Each week I got to invest in whose parents were EVIL, or whoever won the big game was going to turn into a hyena and eat his team mates, or if the reason someone was late for curfew was because they were out saving the world. Being in love with a show and caring about that was probably a good stress reliever. And stress enhancer. I might have developed an ulcer when Buffy died. Both Aimee and I cried ourselves to sleep that night. I will be open about that now.
I think re-visiting our obsession has been hilarious and nostalgic. We can make fun of how weird we were and at the same time still laugh and discuss it as if we were still 13.
Moral: get obsessed with something, it's good to get away if only for 40 minutes once a week. Or 22 minutes, depending on your type of television.
